A/N: I've go nothing to say. Read on McDuff! Let flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Mr. Beauchamp/Jack LeJean-M. Madeleine/Jean Valjean
Elizabeth Denning- Javert
Mr. Beauchamp left the hospital and walked slowly down the road. So, the Inspector caught a convict, good for her. It was none of his business.
The reader has undoubtedly guessed that Mr. Beauchamp is none other than Jack LeJean.
Of course this convict caught by Denning could have been just a convict, and nothing else. He wasn't the only convict in the universe. Noir...Sure, that was his mother's maiden name, but that isn't an uncommon last name. A coincidence, that's all this was, a coincidence. Inspector Denning's car sped by.
"Inspector!" he called. She stopped her car. He ran to catch up to her. "This convict, what is his name?"
Denning smiled "Jack LeJean," she told him.
"Are you sure you have the right man?" he asked.
"He's playing stupid at the moment," she told him. "You know what I mean. Pretending he doesn't know what's going on. He's been confirmed to be LeJean by many of his inmates. I'm certain we're not mistaken."
"Oh," said LeJean, forcing himself to smile. "Thank you, Inspector."
"You're welcome," she smiled as she sped off into the night. Jack LeJean...it had been years since he had even heard that name. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. This was his chance. If the police think they have Jack LeJean, they won't look for him. He began to run. He ran sown the highway, into town. He made it to his house, a little out of breath, but that could be expected if you've been running for six miles. He burst into his house and grabbed the bag that contained his prison uniform and threw it into the fire. He stood in the center of the living room watching the fire devour the cloth bag. He was breathing rapidly from anger. He sat in the armchair that was positioned in such a way that he could sit and watch the cloth disappear into the fire. The crackle of the fire eventually lulled LeJean to sleep.
The next morning he woke up staring at the empty fireplace. Among the scattered ashes there was something large and shiny that caught his eye. He ventured towards it. He found that it was not one shiny object, but a collection of shiny things. It was the silver from Bishop Bob. Bob had died some three years before and LeJean had almost forgot about him.
He felt the silver and brushed the ashes off it. Bob had wanted him to be a new person. A new good, honest person. Honest. If he was honest he would turn himself in. But there were masses of people in this town who depended on him. He had promised Kat that he would get her child. If he was arrested, Kat would die without seeing her child, without knowing that she was in good hands. He couldn't have that!
But, then there was the other man. This John Noir who had been convicted. If LeJean continued to hide, he would be sent to prison. He wan innocent. A life in prison for bearing resemblance to a thief? That was unjust! LeJean shook his head at himself. As if he was the only person in the world who mattered!
Jack waled out of his house, got in his car and drove away.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter!
"In the midst of life we are in the midst of death."